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Sorority Initiation Chapter 1
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SORORITY INITIATION
Chapter I
Halfway through my freshman year in college, I was invited to
join a sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had
nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house
promptly at noon on Friday. I arrived a little early and was told to
wait in the hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs
and some whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me.
Finally my friend came down. She told me that during the
initiation I was to do exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated
I would be punished by the sisters and if I refused I would not be
allowed to join them. She gave me a big hug and led me into the
living room. It was an immense room with lots of couches and
overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around a big stone fireplace.
Barbara led me to the center to stand in front of the entire
sorority. The President started to speak to the sisters. She told
them that I was the last of this year's pledges, that Mistress
Barbara had nominated me, She asked if there were any objections so
far. No one objected.
She turned to me. She told me that until I had completed the
initiation I was not to speak unless told to, to address the sisters
as Mistress and to do everything I was told to do or suffer the
punishment. She asked if I accepted these rules. I said yes. All the
girls giggled. She said she didn't hear me right. I said "Yes,
Mistress President". One of the sisters took out a file folder,
another a Polaroid camera. She took a picture of me and gave it to
the sister with the folder. Mistress President told me that they need
to know everything about me. She told me to tell them all about my
sexual adventures, to start with my first kiss, to my first bare tit,
my first feel of cock, etc. I started to tell them about Jimmy, my
first boyfriend. I described our first kiss, our first make-out
session, and the first time I let him slip his hand under my sweater
and into my bra. One of the sisters spoke up. She told me to take off
my blouse. I looked to Barbara. She nodded yes. I unbuttoned my
blouse and eased it off my shoulders. Mistress President said I could
put it on a little table next to the fireplace. I put it down and
went back to the center.
Mistress Barbara told me to resume my personal history with my
first tit sucking. I proceeded to tell them about Jimmy sucking my
bare tits outside a party. The sister with the folder, Mistress
Janet, asked me what size bra I wore. I told her 32A and continued
about my next real boyfriend Tom. Tom was the first to get his hands
into my pants to finger my slit. Mistress Janet asked me if I had
been fingering myself before that episode. I told her I had never
fondled myself. I continued to describe my first view of Tom's erect
cock. A sister from the back yelled out for me to take off my jeans.
Again I looked to my friend, she nodded yes, I went to the table,
opened my jeans, slipped them down below my knees. I kicked off my
shoes, stepped out of my jeans, and laid them on top of my blouse.
Mistress President told me to stand with my legs apart, my hands
clasped behind my neck, elbows out to the sides. When I was in
position, she told me to describe my first taste of cock. As I
described Tom's hard sexy cock, my first attempt at sucking and my
first taste of cum, I could feel my cunt juicing up, getting very
wet. As I described Bob and his taste for pussy, Mistress Karen came
over to me. She told me to keep talking. She lifted my left shoulder
strap and cut it with a pair of scissors. Then she cut the right
strap. All the sisters were giggling at my predicament. As I
described how Bob's long tongue had licked me to creamy satisfaction,
Mistress Karen pulled the bra from between my tits and snipped it.
Dropping it to the floor, Mistress Karen told me to show my tiny
boobies to the rest of the sisters. With my hands still behind my
neck I walked around the inner circle of girls to show them my bare
bosom. Mistress President told me to bend over so she could get a
better look.
As I bent closer she reached up and took my nipples between the
thumb and forefinger of each hand. She pulled them down. My buds
stiffened, when she tweaked them. Mistress President let go and told
me to finish showing them off. I continued my show. Several of the
sisters took their chance to pinch and stroke my titties. I had never
been touched by a girl, and all these tit touches were making my cunt
so itchy. When I finished, I went back to the center and waited for
more instructions. Mistress President asked if my pussy was still
virginal. I told her I had screwed with a couple of guys. She told me
to describe the complete de-flowering session. I began to describe
Mark, his gorgeous hard cock, and all the things we did that night.
When I got to the part about "sixty-nine"ing with me on top and Mark
slapping the cheeks of my ass, Mistress President told me to stop,
turn around and bend over.
She told me to ease my panties down until just below my cheeks.
I was embarrassed about showing them my ass. My panties were taut
across my cheeks and pulled at my crotch. These were blue hiphuggers
not the small g-strings I wear now. Because of my hesitation two
sisters quickly stood up and grabbed my arms. Mistress President
asked Mistress Barbara if she would like to do the honors of my first
sorority punishment. Mistress Barbara came up beside me. She had a
ping-pong paddle in her hand. She placed it on my tight asscheeks.
She told me I wasn't in the right punishment position. She told me to
spread my legs double shoulder width apart. I did. She told me to
reach down and grasp my ankles, that the sisters would keep me from
falling over. I did what I was told, showing my pantied crotch to all
the sisters. I expected my friend Mistress Barbara to deliver my
first real spanking. Instead she took the scissors and started to cut
the sides of my panties. She cut the elastic band at my waist. She
snipped the leg bands, leaving a thin thread on each side to hold my
panties on. She asked the sisters if they wanted me punished. They
all cheered YES. She took hold of my panties by the waistband at the
top of my ass. With one quick jerk, she ripped them off, leaving me
stark naked. Bare for all these girls to see. All the girls cheered,
clapped and whistled.
Someone told Mistress Barbara that she had made a good choice in
picking me. SMACK...A stinging warmth shattered my thoughts as that
paddle came down on my upturned ass. I gasped more than cried out. I
caught my breath. I heard applause. SMACK..SMACK.. I gasped again as
two quick hard blows came down, one on each cheek. Tears were welling
up in my eyes. The stinging spread across my entire ass. More
applause. Mistress Barbara put the paddle flat across my ass. She
rubbed it around and around, spreading warmth across my ass the way
she might spread peanut butter on a sandwich. The sisters were
cheering her on. She continued to spank me, slower, softer, covering
all my ass with a tingling glow. She stopped and rubbed the knobby
paddle around my cheeks again. She stroked that paddle down the back
of my right thigh, all the way down to my knee and then up the back
of my left thigh until the top of the paddle came to rest at my
opened pussy. She turned the paddle up so only the top edge was
touching me, right along my tender slit. She gently stroked it up and
down my tingling love trough. I had submitted to a play spanking from
Mark after a teenaged temper tantrum, but it didn't make me tingle
like this. I had an itching burning desire spreading from my loins.
The sisters let me up. I stood up and faced my audience. They
applauded. Mistress Barbara wiped the tears from my eyes and gently
kissed my cheek. She told me to continue talking about my cherry-
popping session with Mark.
Mistress Janet had to remind me where I had left off. I was
yearning for a fuck. By the time I finished telling them about sixty-
nineing with Mark, ending with his jerking cum-spewing orgasm, I was
hotter than I had ever been. I was horny enough to fuck any cock. I
began to describe how Mark had stroked his bulging cockhead up and
down my eager virginal cunt lips. I was itching to fuck, and it was
showing. Mistress Karen came over and put her arm around me. She told
the sisters that she thought I had a little problem. She asked me if
I had a problem. I knew what she wanted to hear. I told them that I
was horny, that I wanted to fuck. All the sisters laughed. Mistress
President said that they didn't have any boys handy but that there
was another solution. Mistress Karen told me to reach down and spread
my pussy lips. Slowly I did it. She told me to put my finger on the
tip of my clittie. This was something I had never thought of doing,
playing with myself. Slowly I moved the tip of my middle finger
over my passion button. The sisters giggled. Mistress Karen told me
to continue talking and to start rubbing my clit. I talked about Mark
rubbing my slit with his cock. Sliding his cock up the full length of
my slit, he had made me willing to take his manhood into my virgin
depths.
Talking about him and rubbing my button, I was feeling just as
willing but this time willing to do other things. Mistress Karen told
me to rub my finger through my slit the way Mark's cock shaft had. I
talked about Mark's throbbing, pulsating cock, and how he had aimed
it at my virgin hole. I rubbed my clit faster. Mark pushed ever so
gently, until his cockhead was in me. I rubbed harder, pushing my
inner lips apart. Mark kissed me. He plunged his cock into the center
of my womanhood, my virgin love canal. He held me, I held him. I
slowed my cunt strokes but pressed my clit harder. Mark started long
slow strokes in my hot hole. My cunt walls cling to his gorgeous man
meat. My cunt was juicing up, oozing onto my sliding finger. Mistress
Karen told me to dip my finger into my creamy hole. I pushed the tip
of my finger into myself, just the way my lovers had. Mistress Karen
moved her hand down to my asscheek. Squeezing it, she told me to
finish the story and my first self-induced orgasm. I talked about
Mark pumping in and out of my inexperience fuck hole, my cunt
throbbing with every stroke. My cunt was throbbing again, this time
around my fingertip. I pumped my own little pussy, rubbing my itchy
clit with each stroke. I knew I wanted to cum. I was going to cum. I
wanted to tell them about my first fuck orgasm as I came in front of
them. I told them about Mark pulling my legs up to my chest, then
open and down to the bed, opening my cunt for his hard deep thrusts
into my wanting love hole. Mistress Karen eased me down to my knees.
My legs spread, I leaned back against her, letting my cunt warmth
spread over me, relaxing, enjoying my own sexual administrations. It
seemed like I was talking forever, smaller words, no sentences.
Pumping. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me. Cock plunging. Creaming. Cumming.
CCuummmmiinngg. My virginity leaving with a tingling orgasm. Mark
pulsing, throbbing, squirting his hot cum into my love tunnel. My
first fuck. My finger dipping into my hot juicy hole, building a new
orgasmic feeling, different from when the boys made me cum. Nice,
warm waves of tingles spreading out. I was bucking my cunt against my
own fingers. I don't remember talking, just cumming. Cumming. My hot
cream oozing onto my hand and down my thighs. I collapsed into
Mistress Karen's arms. My finger still in my cunt. The sisters
applauded and cheered.
After resting a few moments. Mistress Karen helped me stand up.
She told me that after each orgasm in this initiation, I was to
curtsy and thank the sisters. I curtsied. At the bottom of my dip I
thanked my mistresses for a very lovely orgasm. They applauded.
Mistress President said it was time to continue the inspection. Some
sisters brought out a padded bench and an extra triangular pillow.
Mistress Janet told me to kneel on it. Mistresses Barbara and Karen
came next to me. They took a cloth tape measure and began to take my
measurement. My bust, my waist, my hips. Then they measured the width
of my areola, the length of the now erected tips and the distance
between m nipples. Mistress Barbara measured the area of my pubic
hair (across the top and from the top to the beginning of my slit).
Mistress Janet told me to lay down on the bench. Two sisters lifted
my legs straight up, lifting me up until they could position the
pillow, and then they positioned me with my ass just at the end of
the pillow. My cut was now a foot higher than my head. Mistresses
Barbara and Karen took my legs and pulled them apart just enough for
Mistress Janet to reach in and measure my slit from one end, across
my clit, my love hole, my backdoor, to the other end. They pulled my
legs wider.She measured my slit again, top to clit, clit to fuckhole,
fuckhole to asshole, asshole to the back end of my crack. They pushed
my legs toward my chest, spreading them wider. Mistress Jane measured
everything about my cunt. The diameter of my clit, its length, the
lengths of my pussy lips. Mistresses Karen and Barbara each put a
hand to my cunt and pulled her side of my cunt lips open. They
stretched my cuntlips as open and as tight as possible. Mistress
Janet measured how far my lips could spread. She measured the opening
of my love hole. And then she measured the diameter of my ass pucker.
She went away. I couldn't see what was happening. Then I heard
giggles and Mistress Janet returned. She said it was time to measure
the depth of my creamy hole. She held up an immense candle, at least
a foot and a half log, with ruler markings on it. I didn't want her
to do it, but I wanted something slipped into my horny cunt. I shook
my head no. She rubbed the tip around my love opening. I nodded yes.
She slowly worked that rod into me, twisting, pushing deeper and
deeper. Pushing to the top of my canal, pushing deeper. My cunt
loosening until I had a full twelve inches in me She pushed again. I
cried out in pain. She immediately backed off. She told me that this
was not meant as punishment, just the same measurement that all the
sister took. She eased the candle out of my cunt. She turned away
and then back. She said now to measure my ass depth. She held up a
smaller, thinner candle. I pleaded with them not to stick it in my
ass. She asked how many cocks I had taken into my backdoor. I told
her none. She smiled and said she would be gentle with my virgin ass.
She began to rub something slippery on my ass pucker. It felt cool
and tingly. She rubbed gently around and around and then from my hole
radiating out. She rubbed the grease slowly into my hole. She pushed
gently, probing, greasing, spreading my hole open. She pushed her
fingertip into me. It tingled, out from my ass, across my entire
crotch, and ignited my clit. I was warm, tingly, eager. She twisted
her finger around, I squirmed. She pulled her finger out, and put
some more grease on my pucker. She put the tip of the candle against
my backdoor, and slowly, gently pushed the candle into my ass. Waves
of tingles washed over me. This was a new wonderful sensation. Not
quite pain, but a pleasure different from any other. I don't know how
deep she pushed it or how long she kept it in me I didn't care. It
felt great. Mistresses Karen and Barbara helped me sit up. They moved
the pillow around and had me lay back, legs draped on each side. They
told me to close my eyes and rest. A few minutes later, Mistress
Janet brought me a soda. Sitting up, I took a few sips. She told me
the next measurement was to be how long it took for me to make myself
cum with my fingers. I told her I had not done that before today. She
said it didn't matter how long it took, and that my cunt would know
what should be done. She told me to just lay back, close my eyes and
do what felt good. As I put my hands down to my cunt, she started a
stopwatch. I laid back, closed my eyes and thought about Tom stroking
my pussy lips rubbing my hard little clittie. I mimicked his rubbing.
My pussy warmed up. I felt no inhibitions. I spread my pussy lips
with one hand and pushed on my clittie with the other. I stroked and
rubbed until I knew I wanted something in my cunt hole. I dipped my
fingertip in. I slowly moved it in circles, pushing my cunt hole
open. I circled wider, opening my hole wider. I felt an urge I had to
satisfy. I plunged my finger as deep into my love hole as I could. I
held it there. I squeezed my cunt walls around my finger and slowly
eased it out. I plunged in again, and again. With each plunge,
tingles spread out from my cunt. I laid my finger along my open slit,
across my hard clit, and bent into my hole. I stroked down, digging
my finger into my juicy tunnel. I drew back, rubbing hard against my
clit. I rubbed. I dreamed. I rubbed harder, faster. I was just
cumming. My urges had built until I didn't know what I was doing, I
didn't care what I was doing. As long as I was cumming, it felt
great. And I came. I dropped my hands to my sides and opened my eyes.
All the sisters were crowded around to get a good look at me.
Remembering my instructions, I stood up on the bench, curtsied to
their applause and thanked them for allowing me to cum so nicely.
My mistresses lead me upstairs. They brought me into what looked like
a locker room. It must have taken up a third of the second floor of
the house. It was all tiled, with several dressing stalls, several
wooden benches. There were two padded tables like a doctor's
examination table. There was a sauna in one corner. They motioned me
into the shower room. It was at least 10 feet square, with two rows
of shower spigots around the three sides. Mistress President turned
on the master control and I was instantly drenched. The upper row of
spigots were aimed at the center of the room at the height of my
shoulders. The lower row was aimed at my hips and pussy. They told me
to turn around. I turned slowly, letting the hot streams of water was
me all over. They turned the water off. Mistress President said it
was time for the to make sure I was nice and clean. Mistresses
Barbara and Karen stepped forward and started to undress. Mistress
Barbara took off her blouse to reveal a set of bare, jiggling
breasts. Then she dropped her slacks, stepped out of them, and stood
up. I could see her totally naked for the first time. Her lion's mane
of golden blonde hair, her fleshy tits, her muscular tummy, her
rounded hips, and to my surprise a shaven cunt. I looked at Mistress
Karen. She was stepping out of her jeans. She had a short sassy head
of brown hair, slender shoulders, small pointy tits (not as small as
mine). I looked at her slender hips as she lowered her panties, and
again at a shaven cunt as she turned toward me. The stepped into the
shower with me each holding a big soft sponge and a squeeze bottle.
Mistress Barbara squirted some green liquid across my chest. Mistress
Karen started rubbing it with her sponge. This liquid soap quickly
foamed up. The sponge felt tingly as she rubbed my tits. Mistress
Barbara was washing my shoulders, my back, my hips. They washed my
chest, each soaping and rubbing her side of me. Barbara working on my
left tittie, Karen on my right. They progressed down my tummy then
around to my hips. Each caressing my closest ass cheek. Mistress
Barbara told me to spread my legs. I did. She told me to clasp my
hands behind my neck. They knelt down. They repeated their soaping of
my ass, gently rubbing each cheek round and round. They worked their
way down the back of my legs. They worked their way up the front from
my feet up to my knees, then slowly from my knees up to my crotch.
Mistress Karen squirted soap all over my pubic hair. Mistress Barbara
put her hand on my mound. She wiggled her fingers into my curls. She
worked the soap into a froth, gently washing my love triangle.
Mistress President told me to turn toward the back wall. She told me
to bend over and grab a rail that was about a foot off the floor.
My mistresses stood on each side of me. They told me to spread my
legs as they opened their legs to let me put mine between their own.
They squeezed their legs around mine, holding me tight. My mistresses
squirted soap on my ass. They used their hands to spread the soap all
over, making my ass all slippery. They spread that slippery soap down
into my cunt, pulling my pussy lips apart, rubbing all through my
slit. Mistress Karen held my pussy lips open, so Mistress Barbara
could rub the soap all around my clittie, rubbing it, then pinching
it. I felt so warm and slippery, I didn't care that these were girls
working on me. They took their sponges, and briskly worked on my ass
and pussy until I was covered with soapy froth. They took hoses from
the walls. Mistress President told me to stand and face them. She
told me to spread my arms and legs. I stood spread eagle as my
mistresses sprayed me with a fine warm mist, rinsing my body. Then
they aimed the hoses at the floor and tightened the sprays to tiny
streams. Then they motioned for me to turn around. I turn toward the
back wall and spread my arms and legs. Mistress Karen pushed me up to
the wall. My erect nipples pressing against the smooth cool tile. The
streams hit me across the top of my back. The pulsating streams,
pounding me, warmed and relaxed every muscle they hit. They massaged
my back with those sprays. Then down to my asscheeks. I tightened my
ass muscles against the pounding. But those pulsating sprays made me
relax. The water was turned off and my mistress began to dry me. Then
they brought me to the outer room and helped me up onto an
examination table. My mistresses stood on each side of me with
Mistress President at the foot. They lifted my legs and pulled me
down to the end of the table.They pulled my legs wider and held my
arms over my head. Some of the sisters lifted my bottom and put a
pillow under me, exposing my cunt for all to see. Mistress President
began to stroke my curly bush. She told me that all pledges should
look like pretty little virgins. She pulled out a pair of scissors
and snipped a lock from my bush. She handed the curl to Mistress
Janet who put it in a plastic bag. Mistress President snipped away
all of my pussy curls. She gently pulled the hairs on the sides of my
slit to cut as close to the skin as possible. When I had nothing but
stubble left, she laid a hot, wet washcloth on my open cunt. The
warmth of that cloth spread up to my tits and down to my ass pucker.
Mistress President removed the cloth and sprayed a glob of shaving
cream onto the middle of my triangle. She gently spread the cream all
over my pussy stubble, massaging it into every little hair. She
brought out a razor and gently shaved off my stubble. She told them
to open me further. They pulled my legs, lifting my bottom off the
pillow. Mistress President cleaned all around my asshole. She washed
off the shaving cream with another hot wet washcloth. I was tingling.
Warm all over. Mistress President poured some lotion onto my clean
crotch. She rubbed it all over, softening, soothing my tender cunt
skin. She began to rub that cool lotion onto my clit. I felt my
clittie warming to her touch.
My mistresses began to stroke my tits. More hands reached for
me, touching, stroking, gently caressing every inch of me. My
mistresses covered my face with sweet kisses. I closed my eyes and
drifted off into the wonderful sensations those hands were giving me.
My cunt was being rubbed, probed, stretched, tingled by these loving
sisters. I felt multiple fingers pumping my now creamy love hole. I
was oozing my love juice onto every hand that went into me. Soon
waves of delicious tingles washed over me as I came,and came, and
kept cumming. Oozing my love cream in my first multiple orgasm. After
I rested for a while I got up, curtsied to my mistresses and thanked
them all for my fabulous orgasms. Mistress President told me to
return the next day with a week's worth of clothes and my smallest
bathing suit.
-DAVE
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